was glad of the darkness.
Flushing, she wondered how it was the searing liquid fire of his kiss
touched her breast, yet sent the molten longing to swirl to the base of
her abdomen, and lower still to hover and deepen at the apex of her
thighs.
It did not matter where he touched. He continued to kiss her as he
slowly eased the buckskin from her body. He kissed the nape of her neck,
and the tip of his tongue hovered at her earlobe, then ran a trail down
her spine as he shifted her body to toss aside the dress. He kissed the
inside of her upper arm, and she had never imagined that a touch could
elicit such wild stirrings within her. Nor did he allow his kisses to
stop there.
Soon she was lying prone upon the verdant earth again, so close to the
water that it lapped at her ankles. And even the touch of the water
added to the wonder and the magic. It caressed her as the breeze did, as
his every touch did. She was whispering things to him, things she should
never have said, things about the wonder and desire he created. She
struggled to touch him in return, to know more and more of him. Her
teeth sank gently upon his shoulders, and her tongue laved every tiny
little wound. Her fingers stroked and massaged his shoulders and
trembled over every ripple and bulge of his muscle beneath her touch.
She shed his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons from it. She touched his
chest with her tongue, and she moved lower and lower against him.
But then she found herself prone again, and his hands and lips were
moving magic upon her. His kiss touched her, searingly hot. The cool
water lapped over her feet and ankles, but the whole of her was achingly
hot, a fire against the water. His lips touched her bare belly, and the
arches of her feet, and her knees and her thighs. And then he kissed her
warmly, intimately, at the very heart of her desire, kissed her body as
he would kiss her lips, demanding all and giving her ecstasy in turn.
And still the cool stream washed against her. In the end she rose
against him, and they knelt together in the shallows in the night, and
her breasts moved against his chest as their lips fused once again, and
then the fullness of their bodies. She led him down then to the rich
earth, and crawled atop him, her hair a blaze of sunset kissed by the
moon, ~r movements smooth and sultry as the touch of golden locks swung
over his chest and belly.
In the magic of the night, to the rough and urgent murmurings of his
husky voice, she rode the magic of the darkness, and of the man, until
the beauty exploded within them and around them, until the sweet
satiation and exhaustion seized them, until they were filled with one
another. Only then did she fall against him. She didn't care about the
future or the past; she only knew that she had come to him because she
had wanted him. And because she loved him.
Nothing else mattered, for she had learned that time and life and love
were precious, and this night she had all three.
They were silent together as the moon cast its gentle glow on them.
He stroked her hair softly and at long last he whispered, 'It's
true--Nalte sent you to me?' She nodded happily against his chest.
'It's true,' she whispered.
